Poetry
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The pressure, the words thathave left us naked in the raw.The stagnation, the air thatwe breathe, we’re holding inis much like the fracture,much like all we can’t containbefore we unwind.Bound up, held upto a storm of intoxicating,disheartening colors.It tells us to losethis world we did not win,our minds we’re not saving.To be, to a beautiful…
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Outside the twist,I had thought we wereover it. Another guessthat fails to understandthe hope for it,the ropes with it,tying it down.I am comparableto your exhausted side,trembling under youridle weights,those that hangaround your feet.You are compared,always, to myburning, churning side.I haven’t come to regretthe room I shout from,standing alonein this emptiness.We’re brought back,dragged back, beneaththe silk…
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Correct a guess,connecting ourselvesto be nothing lessthan how we’ve openedour eyes, our armsto see northern lightsstaining our flesh.Beautiful, it was onceonly a teeming fableleft to our knowledge,our minds to grow.Now what we know,will be our faithstaying forever true,as we are united.Humble shower,birthing these stonesto label every hourwe ever expressed regretat anything we had leftto forever…
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Spell it out,lay it clearon bottomless depth.Our souls have hungeredfor too long. Our eyeshave starved themselvesof sweet tears,while we were bathedin the shelterof non-existence.I want what’s wantedby both of us,to bury our skiesin matching,Heavenly blue,it means to be joined,to soar as angelsbeyond any eclipse.Words will melt us,vows will cradle us,skin will renew usas we rain…
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I am leafless,drawing shades as Iwalk in constant circles,retracing the imageI should have known.What is there leftin this spiral of decay?I am causingmore noisethan I have livedto create.I have crafted carnageout of endless symmetry.I have expected screamsof paranoia in the night.Who’s there?Where is anywhere,while I’m picking upreused fragmentsfrom a desecrated,fragile mirror?Why do I staywhile wrapped…
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The touch, one I feltwhen days were crossedalways over, in ourbeautiful way.The remains, that whichstayed, even whenyou went far awayon your own.I am still here,adoring that spotwhere I swear that Istill hear your heartbeats,still feel your skinduring days of delicate,amorous sin.White clouds,explicit fairness.All of them are trailingtheir film of vapor,while keepingtheir connectionto Heaven.Even so, they…
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Something.Something to saywhile I’m losingthe meaningin what I’ve prayed,while filteringthe curse, througha cycle of blessings.I was born to reword,to unveil all this intention.I was disabled, kept fromseeing the ongoingbirth of brighter fields,where I can strayfrom the unkept promise,from the plain positionI use, to pray.Anything.Something to hope for,when covered, wheneverthe skies are darkened.I am anticipatingwhen faces…
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Pour it on. I’ve knownthe little there was to know.I’ve known only whatthere was to see,initially.Keep me on. I’ve grownno more than nothing.I’ve felt the weightof who to anticipate,who to fill.Your cries are ongoing.I’ve never taken shelterwhen it was snowing.You whisper your screams.I’ve been there to undoall that you beckon me to.There’s a light to…
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Bereaving the north,though I must, without muchleft to see to its details,see to someone who deniesthe world with its light.Into shallows, into shadows,beguiling the one whoerupts a desperate callfrom her burning throat.She repeats, she’s in defeat,while I fill the holes I seewith fixated eyes,with assertive gravity.Going forward, with a torchpressed of its handle,to create a…
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Be the one to leave,knowing when to leaveyour uncovered thoughtsat Heaven’s gate,while you exit Hellor the one placeyou couldn’t tellwas either morbid blackor a vacant white.As I held your heartdear to me, close to me,all you found outwas that there was no onein the world like me.What’s real is whatterrified you to want tosee me…
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Short leash, held ontoyour state of departurefrom the truth of you.I’ve been viewingyour limitless grains,on an extended shorewhere depth is worthmore than everto explore.You’ve been fleeingdeadly comparisons,depriving yourselfof what it takesto truly break.To become onewho is beautiful,there must be pagesturned into becomingburied history.To be someonewhose future is believed,requires you to grieveover what’s present,as a gift…
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Style doesn’t count,while you’ve wormedyour comfortable wayinto elevating excuses.I’m dragged backinto believing you.Recreate my storm,having let this go oninto infinite suds.I’ve been diggingto find the woundthat’s on the surface.You were never morethan an inch deep,building a worldonly under the wavesof finite tears.Comparable to death,this love has let mechoose my last breath.Because you’ll continueyour haunt, beyond…
Modern Romanticism 